I’ve struggled to string two words together today reading the tsunami of tributes to David Bowie.
At the risk of sounding a bit Abba, I feel the need to join the chorus and thank him for the music… and the journey.
I was ten when the Star Man first sparked my interest in music. Changes followed and nothing was ever the same again. I should probably credit him for bringing out the rebel in me, which led to my first memorable adventure.
At 14, I managed to blag my way into a nightclub in Manchester so I could hang out with the ‘weirdos’ in the “Bowie” room. It was a wall to wall “so what” celebration of difference – a Ziggy Ahhh moment for me for sure.
His chords kicked many a teenager into musical action. Weekends watching lineups of unknown indie bands in shady backstreet venues became the norm. Many morphed into bigger deals. I wonder what New Order, The Smiths and The Stone Roses would’ve become without his influence? I know my taste in music wouldn’t be as well toured.
His chameleon genius time-travelled through the decades to sprinkle stardust on new generations. His songs spoke volumes to us in our formative years. I guess that’s why so many of us felt like we knew him, and why we’re so rocked that he’s no longer here.
One of my favourite tributes came not from the internet, but from a graphic artist mate I bumped into on the street soon after hearing the sad news.
If I had the power to choose one star to live forever, I’d pick Bowie.
– Tony Wilson
We often look to the brightest star in the sky to remember our loved ones. Bowie – as usual – had different ideas. His parting gift to the world is a seemingly impossible creation – A black star that will never disappear.